Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

Aaaaaaah. There really is no place like home.

After a month of non-stop work and travel I can barely begin to tell you how damn good it feels to just be home.

A quick vacation, my art opening in Brussels, then dashing off on a 10 day trip to London and Paris with one of my oldest friends. Sure, it was all great fun, but hot damn---travel is exhausting! Now that I am home, I may never leave my house again. I'm actually looking forward to doing laundry and reorganising my armoires. I am in full-on nesting mode.

Best of all, I have 3 glorious months of summer that are scheduled with absolutely nothing! No shows, no deadlines, no applications, no galleries, no nothing. Well nothing accept one little treat that I've arranged for myself. Beginning on Tuesday at 2PM I will officially be a guitar student.

A few years ago, I bought FrenchBoy a Fender DG-5 for Christmas because one time in some random conversation he casually mentioned that he would like to play an instrument. Of course, he really had no interest in taking guitar lessons, and a week after Christmas it was already collecting dust in a corner of our apartment. And Sadly, it has been doing just that for quite a few years now.

So, after nearly 10 years of hemming and hawing, I've finally signed myself up for guitar lessons because well, like everyone else, I secretly want to be a rock star. I'm really excited about my lessons, but also worried about how on earth I will acquire all the new musical vocabulary. Taking guitar lessons is one thing, but taking them in French is another. As the quote goes: "Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill."*

*Mad props to anyone who know which movie that quote comes from.

My Vacation in a Nutshell.

Breath-taking architectural design, 3 room suite with a private swimming pool, excellent cuisine, stunning views of the Mediterranean sea, a half-day drive through the mountains, 7 leisurely days with a handsome Frenchman...

I'm happy to be back home in France?

Dear Mom I'm On Vacation.

My mom always gets really pissed off when she has to read on my blog, after the fact, that I've gone on vacation yet somehow managed to forget to tell her. "You left the country and you didn't even tell me?"

And once again this week we somehow got all the way through 2 hour and 37 minute phone conversation where I forgot to mention we were leaving Friday for a short holiday.

So...

Mom, I know you're reading this, so this is for you. We are leaving for Crete at 11 AM this morning. So although you're still hearing about it from my blog, at least for once you know in advance.

Photos of our resort (which by the by, is half price if you go off-peak)

We'll be back next Friday. 'kay?